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If a man is running down the street with everything you own, you won't let him get away. That's tackling.
If you're running around on bald tires, it doesn't take a special nail.
Screwdrivers, women who screw drivers.
Every player has the option to have metal spikes or other spikes or whatever they feel most comfortable in.
rashers of bacon.
When training young horses "There are many types of bits for many different disciplines, but the severity of ALL bits lies in the hands holding them."
His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
A Rod: An attractively painted length of fiberglass that keeps an angler from ever getting too close to a fish.
The bodkin, comb, and essence to prepare? For this your locks in paper durance bound, For this with tort'ring irons wreath'd around? 100 For this with fillets strain'd your tender head, And bravely bore the double loads of lead?
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
[A]ngling or float fishing I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
Odds bobs, hammer and tongs I'm burning.
When the going gets weird, anchormen punt.
Toys to deftly pluck up like animal crackers and deposit safely into a crate decorated with friezes of bright circus trains carrying aardvarks, dodos, swift dromedaries, baby elephants, and plastic dinosaurs. A box of mixed metaphors.
This town of Sheffield is very populous and large, the streets narrow, and the houses dark and black, occasioned by the continued smoke of the forges, which are always at work: Here they make all sorts of cutlery-ware, but especially that of edged-tools, knives, razors, axes, &. and nails
You can't be glued in the '60s. Walking around, going up the pub or popping to Tesco in a hunting jacket.
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
The horses have stopped
their clippity-clop,
but feet are too slow
for where I must go.
So here I shall stay
until light of day
when clippity-clop
gets my team underway.
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
Greatest stuff in the world. Superman's duct tape.
Always double-knot your sneakers. One of my teammates once lost a shoe during a game!
the leather thong binding his
What do you call those knobby things on doors that help you open them?
Buggeration and Fuckery
We have sat on the river bank and caught catfish with pin hooks. The time has come to harpoon a whale.
I was 16 before I met another passionate collector. One summer, I visited England; a new friend took me calling on his dotty, brilliant old aunt. She occupied a quaint house in Kent. Its walls were lined with glass-fronted cases full of what? Ancient shoe buckles.
My knees are ticklish.
waistcoat-pocket,
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.
All words are pegs to hang ideas on.
Fishing and ear scratching the two reasons men were given hands.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Behind them, attached to the harness, was a
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
The tackles are coming in thick and thin now.
Now listen lads, I'm not happy with our tackling. We're hurting them but they keep getting up.
If wishes were horses mine would be glue -
Griphook: (referring to a tiara) Moonstones and diamonds, Made by goblins, i think?
Bill: And paid for by wizards.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Whatever we can't hold, we hang on a hook that will hold it.
Blast-Ended Skrewts for a walk than
untie. Clove Hitch
Bookbag, Pocketshoe.
An eye-jangling assortment of spurious clan tartans, adorning every conceivable object made of fabric, from caps, neckties, and serviettes down to a particularly horrid yellow "Buchanan" sett used to make men's nylon Y-front underpants.
A buckle an bootlaces don't buy good advice
Humanity's gift to the universe. Duct Tape.
Kettle thingies. Yum.
Where's the lace?Lace-- Nalini Singh
Got staples on my dick. Why? Fucking centerfolds.
things riding mules
Snooty high heels.
On ships they call them barnacles; in business they attach themselves to desks and are called vice presidents.
We wore our safety pins on the inside of our clothes.
Tackling, and that ability to stay on your feet and pressurise a player, is a dying art.
Boots and shoes are the greatest trouble of my life
A chop is a piece of leather skillfully attached to a bone and administered to the patients at restaurants.
Demolition derby
Duck tape works wonders
To spend our days betting on three-legged horses with beautiful names
The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Patent leather wedges-they were big when I went to prom!
Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction - a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the muse.
Paddles and floggers and whips, oh my! - Location 3816
It's impossible to explain to a Yankee what 'tacky' is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
It's the nuts and bolts time of the year and we don't have enough nuts and bolts.
locking the little scamp in the basement.
Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?"
"In this case, it's a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.
Oh. My. Candlesticks.
Stained raincoats, I reckon." "And shitpaper stuck to their shoes.
It is well to moor your bark with two anchors.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.
Tin-Tin in your rattle skin
Dumbed and worn down -
Flushed pink-salmon suffering.
breeches and a rough smock
coffin nails. Once Stan had left for
sucking on a football.
duct tape, he wondered if he'd ever get then off. With
screwed her courage to the sticking place
Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."
Billings pulled a roll from a compartment in his cargo pants leg. We gawked at him in disbelief. He shrugged. What? You never know when you're going to need duct tape.
Belay that fuckery.
If I didn't have fake nails, my fingers would be bloody stumps.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
For Caleb's kittens
Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons whatever; but in this he was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair two long, glittering knitting-needles.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
Try to prise a limpet away from its rock and it will cling all the harder.
BAIT, n. A preparation that renders the hook more palatable. The best kind is beauty.
long squirrel guns
Every one fastens where there is gaine.
Cheap, sentimental things
dung. Spot wouldn't even put his nose inside the
licks donkey crotch,
Seagulls ... slim yachts of the element.
Your shoes are only as good as the laces they're attached to.
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Nails. The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.